Sunday, April 19, 2009 @ 1:16 AM
It's 1:16am. I signed out from MSN an hour ago. I logged off Facebook an hour ago. But I'm still awake, distracting myself with all things but sleep. I have work at 9:30am. I hope I don't wake up late. I hope I don't miss the bus. I hope I don't have to take a cab to school.

I took 3 cabs yesterday. Someone shoot me.

The entire week has been extremely kind & fortunate to me. School starts in a day and I am excited, but I really wanted the week to end with a bang. It did, in my kind of way. I had work on Monday. It's funny how I like working in the F&B industry, despite hating the work at Coffee Club. Maybe it's because I had to travel an hour to get to work, work in Singapore weather, talk in Malay constantly or risk being outcasted, get minimum wage and still have to put a huge sum into my CPF account, work 12 hour shifts at the ungodly hour of 7am.

Go figure.

Tuesday, was just.... lovely. I finally met up with the Perth kidz- Shairah, Sally, Jannah, Michelle- like 4 days after they were back with a bunch of others. We had so much just being there together, talking, laughing, them telling Perth stories.

Wednesday was picnic with the babygirls. The weather killed me, and I was wearing jeans. I iz smart. Shoot me alr. But my shorts were due to be collected in the evening. Tanglin's Market Place is seriously orgasmic. I just browsed through the alleys appreciating the magnificent array of food. I think I nearly drooled looking at the ice-cream aisle. Anyhoo, the picnic was awesome, what with too much junk food, one dollar juices and awesome company.

What killed the fun in the end was a white couple with an unleashed dog. I seriously fucking hate people who do not fucking leash their dogs. I do not fucking care if dogs have emotions or if they should have the fucking freedom to roam about. I serious do not give a fuck. If I had a gun, I would fucking shoot your fucking dog. Call PETA now, why don't you.

To friends who do not leash your dog, I do not hate you. I just hate your dog.

Thursday was a very tiring day initially. I had to go all over the fucking island. Yes, I know Singapore is small. But travelling here is so annoying, I just wish I had a car. I had to go to town to meet Dennis, then off to airport to collect my pay, then back home to take more shit, then travel to Fairy Point for the party. To top it off, I had a zit the size of... Somalia. Come to think about it, I always have a zit the size of Somalia right before I'm due for anything at Fairy Point.

It was fun tho, the company and the usual antics. I had fun, lots of it, despite being jumped on 7 guys. Which resulted in a swollen neck. Which I couldn't turn the next night. Thanks so much for the mammariez guys !!!! Anyhoo thanks alot to the seniors who popped by despite a gruelling day at work and all. The night was spent at the boardwalk for awhile, then back in the cosy room just talking, telling ghost stories and stuff.

Friday's Jam & Hop was disappointing, to say the least. Everyone awesome was there but the DJ was just a prick. A huge fucking prick. Yes, we know you djs like being all artsy fartsy by spinning your own shit. But seriously, put a ring on it. Put a fucking ring on it and play The Best of Mainstream. Asswipes.

I took a couple of pills at night 'cos I was in serious pain due to the neck. I wanted to shoot myself, or wrap my neck in ice. Numb myself from the pain. I really should have stopped at one pill, 'cos I only woke up 15 hours later. But the pain was slightly gone and I could shake my head. Big whoop.

I realise that this is a very lengthy post and I might stop here. I spent more money at Topman, eventho I am knee-deep in debt. To my mum, the tailong.

I want to stop eating so that I can have collarbones and cheekbones. If you haven't figured it out, I like bones.